I don't care

‘What the hell.’

James stared at the staircase which Amelia had climbed in great shock. He couldn’t believe she had just walked out on him.

“Ame…”

All of a sudden, his phone began to ring, cutting him short. He clenched his jaw and walked up to the couch, where he had left his phone.

He picked up his phone and saw his mother calling. He answered the phone and angrily placed it on his ear.

“Mom,” He muttered.

“Woah… what’s with the cold voice?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure? What’s wrong? Is Amelia back?”

“Mom, can you please not ask me about her? If you want to know anything about her and her whereabouts, you can call her and ask. I don’t care about her.”

“Hey… can you calm down? I never asked if you cared about her or not. Why are you acting weird? Who pissed you off?”

“No one. I’m fine.”

“Fine. I’ll call her to ask her then. But you have to apologize to her for what happened last night. You did something wrong.”

“Mom, I am not apologizing! I have to go now.”

He hung up the